(If you have a knife, be careful. If you get knifed, don't scold me.)
"Qi Rui?"
In the dark river, the young man raised his eyes that had not been bright for a long time and looked at the person in front of him.
"... You know, he's gone a long time ago."
The young man was silent for a long time, and once again lowered his head and stood like a puppet.
"Don't you want to talk about yourself?"
"It's nothing more than fighting and killing. What's there to say?"
"Master Huang Quan, please speak slowly, otherwise it will always be boring."
"Okay... Do you have any wine?"
The young man took the bottle from the old man's hand, took a sip, and then drank it all.
"Hangong Brewing, Immortal Product, Brother, you're welcome. Long Road, just listen to me slowly..."
